(Sitting room. Carpet. Sofa. Rocking chair. Two paintings. Desk. Man in his 40s wearing a tracksuit. Another man, in his 60s, wearing dark clothes, sitting behind a desk. First man moves in circles around the room. All of a sudden, he stops as the sexagenarian stands up from his chair. The two stare at each other for a bit. Then, the quadragenarian goes back to his orbit, and the second man sits back down. Silence prevails. And then …)

Second man: You didn’t answer my question. Have you gone deaf? Earless? Don’t you care to hear? Speak now, say something (he utters these words fast and loud).It’s a question – a question that is eating me up and there’s no answer to it. And you, you …

First man: Me? Me what? What do you want?

Second man: You, you never answer.

First man: You’re expecting me to answer. I know your questions all too well. And you know my answers just as well.